Sorry for posting this late. It was meant to be posted Wednesday and it is12:02 in the morning so I did not make my self made deadline. I mean I had the chapter written but my computer was jacked to hell so I couldn't post it until now. I was crying thinking I had lost my hard drive. I don't care much for most of the stuff on my computer but this story isn't anywhere else but this computer. If I lost it I would die. But tragedy avoided. So read on and enjoy.

Chapter 2: Automatic

Sam had been waiting for his "date" with Dean about as patiently as a ten-year-old waits for Christmas. He still wasn't completely sure why but he knew this wasn't a chance to just pass up. Sam felt a sort of connection to Dean that couldn't be explained. A link. An automatic attraction. Alex had been teasing him for the last two days about accidentally agreeing to go on a date with a guy. He had told him repeatedly to shut the hell up but in truth he didn't really care. Dean was a nice person and to be honest a smoking hot guy and Sam wanted to give this a chance and maybe start a relationship. Sam was falling for Dean hard and fast like a teenage girl. The new date had been scheduled and he was supposed to meet Dean in two hours at the coffee shop he mention earlier. Sam had gotten the address and was now left to ponder what he would wear. After some very serious contemplation that made his textbooks look easy he decided on lightly faded jeans and a white dress shirt with a slight paisley pattern near the collar. All in all it was a nice outfit, his best friend and ex-girlfriend Jess had complimented him multiple times on the shirt. She said it "really brings out the color in your eyes". As girly as that was Sam valued her opinion a lot.

Sam's anxiety faded slightly in the car on the way to the coffee shop as a sudden thought popped into his head; 'Wait. This isn't technically a date is it? Why the fuck am I so nervous about it? I don't even like men. And for all I know he doesn't either.' But Sam was still pretty sure that Dean was gay with the way he was obviously flirting with him at the club. Sam arrived at the coffee shop, The Java Corner, and he admitted that it seemed like the kind of place he liked to go to when he wanted to relax. He was surprised he hadn't heard of it before. Dean was waiting inside and Sam could see him through large glass windows at the front of the store. When Sam got out of the car Dean smiled and gestured for Sam to come inside with a wink that made Sam's face go hot. As he got inside, with the bell over the door ringing softly, he gasped. Dean was covered in cuts and bruises even his face had a long painful looking gash on it.

"What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight or something?" Sam sat down quickly across from Dean and instinctively reached his hand out to check the wound on Dean's face but drew back, embarrassed.

"Yeah, or something." Dean grumbled sounding not so much upset as annoyed, as if this were something that happened often. An everyday occurrence.

"Seriously. What happened to you?" Sam repeated with a hard expression. Sam thought he may be imposing but he wanted to know if there was someone he's have to beat up. For some reason he felt protective over Dean, although he hardly knew him.

"Calm down Sasquatch," Dean said making a jibe at Sam's height - six foot four - and putting his hands up in front of him palms forward. "Everything's fine. No need to worry." He chuckled and lowered his hands.

"'No need to worry'? Look at you!" Sam gestured in Dean's direction. Dean was being infuriatingly blasé about the whole situation. Dean's eyes darkened and he glared at Sam.

"Drop it. This is supposed to be a date not an interrogation," Dean sighed exasperated.

"Wait. Did you say this was a date?" Having Dean say it out loud made it more official and now Sam felt awkward. Dean blinked quickly three times with a confused look on his face.

"Um. Yeah. Did you not think it was?" Dean frowned disappointedly. "Sorry. I guess I didn't actually say. He grinned in a way that made it obvious that he was trying to cover how upset he was. "I thought you were cute so I went for it. Just made a mistake I guess. I'll go now." He got up from his seat and made to leave but Sam stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"It's um – It's fine. I just wasn't sure if it was a date. I was spending the whole way here debating whether or not it was." Sam could feel the heat on his face and knew that by now he was blushing a deep red. Dean grinned a real smile and took his seat back in his chair.

"Ya know. You're cute when you're embarrassed."

Not much happens in this chapter but I still like it. I'll post the next chapter on time I promise. Really. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Reviews = Happy fangirl = Sam and Dean gettin' it on (Soon... maybe. But at some point I promise.) I seem to be making so many promises.